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am-i-the-asshole-official · 15 days

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WIBTA if i wrote a psa about people who broke my tos

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i make character adopts on toyhou.se and deviantart. i like designing characters but i rarely ever use them so i put them up for adoption so they can go to good homes. i have a tos for adopting my characters, which everyone is required to read before i go through with the adopt. the tos has rules about giving the character to someone else, which is that the current owner of the oc has to ask me first. there s a few reasons for this:

1 i dont want anyone reselling my character for more money than they bought them for unless they add value to the character by commissioning art or writing because its unfair to me who created the character if someone upsells them without adding value. having people ask first let's me make sure theyre not upcharging my work unfairly

2 i dont want certain people owning my characters. i have trauma surrounding certain people adopting my characters and using them problematically. for example someone ill call A once made my black characters skin lighter even though my tos says you cant change my characters race or body types. someone else, B, put my character into a proship relationship which is TOTALLY BANNED in my tos. i have a public list of people who are NOT allowed to own my characters and the idea of them owning them makes me super uncomfortable because i know theyll use my characters for bad things

3 it lets me make sure that the new owner has read my tos

a couple months ago someone (ill call them C) adopted a character of mine named lupin. a couple of days ago i was looking at my designs and i saw that lupin was now owned by D. i checked the ownership log which said that C traded lupin with D but i dont know what character C got in return. i sent C a message asking why they traded lupin without my permission and they said they didnt think they had to because it was a trade and not a sale. i told them that i have trauma around people giving my characters to others without permission and C said that i should talk to D instead because they (C) no longer owned the character.

i went to Ds profile and on their user page i saw a blocked comment so i unhid the comment and saw that it was B thanking D for following B. this set off alarm bells because i know that B is proship which is why i blocked them in the first place! so i decide to look into D, i find their tumblr and i find out that theyre also proship, they ship incest and they reblog irredeemable media like the coffin of andy and leyley

D wasnt on my blacklist specifically but its against my tos for proshippers to own my characters under any circumstances and its grounds for revocation. i message D to tell them that im revoking the character because theyre breaking my tos but D refused to transfer lupin back to me and blocked me.

i reuploaded lupins profile to my account and reported the original profile to th for being a violation of my tos, and i added C and D to my blacklist.

WIBTA if i wrote a psa about C and D to warn other people about them? i just dont want anyone else to go through this

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole #ship discourse

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chaoticloving · 1 year

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idk if you write smut so if you’re uncomfortable totally ignore this!!! but!!! imagine y/n and recently fiance!harry and him fingering you with his ring finger talking abt marriage and shit 🫣🫣

future husband

Harry styles x reader (masterlist)

summary: Harry proposes and it leads to sex

warnings: smut

a/n: IM SORRY THIS TOOK TOO LONG I JUST NEEDED TO BE IN THE RIGHT MOOD TO WRITE SMUT AND THEN TUMBLR DIDNT PUT IT IN THE TAGS AHHH

Harry's ring obsession started when he was in his early twenties.

He rarely wore any type of a jewelry or anything flamboyant when he was younger. He painted his nails on occasion, something to relax himself with or whenever Y/n was doing hers, but nothing too grand.

But a simple silver chain given by his one and only changed that.

He started getting a little more into jewelry, necklaces, earrings, and his favorite, rings. He liked the intricate designs that rings ment; they could be loud and a stable piece, or they could be a subtle addition to the outfit.

They could also symbolize love.

After dating Y/n for three months, he knew he was certain that he wanted to stay forever with her, he just didn't allow himself to think of marriage this early into a relationship--at least not until his mother asked when he was going to propose after meeting her around their six-moth anniversary.

Finally though, after just under two years, he popped the question. He got a beautiful engagement ring, a band with beautiful engravings throughout, and of course, a huge fucking rock.

"Harry." Y/n sniffled, seeing Harry on his knee, ring in hand. "Of course, yes!"

A lovely proposal in a quiet and quant cottage away from civilization was perfect and exactly what they needed, not only for their privacy but for the ability to have sex in the middle of the woods. Harry bought this property not too long ago and waited for the right moment to take Y/n there, a proposal seemed like the best time.

The kissing of course led to more, how could it not? Harry was always a passionate lover, always eager to please, so it was honestly no surprise when the soft kiss turned more sensual.

"Fuck, I'm so glad you finally asked." Y/n mumbled softly as their lips kept touching, coming back for more. "Can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you as my husband."

Harry moved onto her neck, biting softly as he went down. "It's all I've ever wanted." He groaned as Y/n's hand trailed down to his pants, she teased him slightly, earning a moan from him. "And to please you again. Lay down."

Y/n made herself comfortable on the blue and white picnic blanket. Harry moved the basket and wine bottles out of the way. He pulled flipped her dress up, revealing her lacy set on panties.

"Planning to seduce me today?" He asked with a raised brow.

"I had a hunch you might be asking me to marry you." She shrugged her shoulders, biting her lip to hide, poorly, a cheeky smile.

"How?" Harry gasped, his fingers tracing the band of her underwear. "It was top secret!"

"Oh come on, H." She giggled, her hand coming up to stroke his cheek. "You take me on a surprise getaway, no one around, to a cottage that is darling... It's the most romantic thing you have ever done."

Harry blushed. The midday sun gleaming perfectly on his skin, twinkling his green eyes and highlighting the freckles that scattered his slightly tanned skin. Y/n couldn't help but feel so lucky. This beautiful man, inside and out, is now her fiancé; she started to tear up, which, of course, caused Harry to tear up as well.

"No don't start baby." She told him. "We need to focus so we can have sex. No tears now."

She wiped her tears then Harry's. "You started it." He mumbled, smiling as he finally pulled her panties down. "We just love each other too much."

"I guess so-" Y/n gasped as Harry entered a figure into her. The familiar feeling was welcomed as the subtle feeling of pleasure began to buble up inside of her. "Fuck that feels so good."

Harry was leaning half on and half off of her, his right hand fingering. her while his other held him up so he could kiss by her ear.

"Don't get one of your rings stuck in me." She warned, looking sternly at her love. Harry shook his head and kissed her softly.

"I would never."

Harry had on a simple band, one similar to the new one adorned on Y/n's finger. He figured while he was buying the engagement ring he could buy a matching one for himself.

"I can't wait to marry you." He spoke softly, creating a new hickey just under her ear lobe. "Gonna wanna fuck you again when I see you in that dress, don't know if I could wait till the honeymoon."

He added a finger, adding to the pleasure.

"And seeing you with that ring...It's going to be as sexy as your lingerie. Just knowing you're mine and I'm the only one that can ever see you like this."

"Fuck, H. Gonna come."

"I'm the only one who will get to see my wife like this. And everyone will know I can only to this do you...I'm the only one capable." Harry's words were possessive yet reassuring, the constant validation that he was the only one for her pushed her over the edge, leaving a gasp from her mouth.

"Har I need you inside." She yanked him fully on-top of her, unbuttoning his pants and pulling them down after Harry quickly pulled his fingers out of her, but not before a little taste.

He helped her strip himself, knowing she is just as possessive as him but just doesn't always vocalize it, but her actions speak louder than her lack of words.

Harry entered Y/n, the euphoric feeling washing over him as he let out a loud moan, mentally thanking himself for buying the isolated land. "Feel so good."

"You stretch me out so much." She gasped. "My future husband."

Harry thrusted, a reflex from her words in her sexy, faint, voice. "Don't say that or else I'm going to come in less then a minute." He paused, staring into his loves eyes. "Want to impress my future wife."

"You impress me every day. Every time I see you I have something new I love about you." Y/n leaned in a kissed him, it was mainly teeth, but still perfect nonetheless. "Today it's your cock."

Harry stopped thrusting briefly. "You mean it hasn't impressed your before today?"

"It's the first time I've been impress by my fiancé's cock, I was already impressed when he was my boyfriend." She assured. Harry rolled his eyes and got back to thrusting, moving his ring finger down to her core and rubbing soft circles on her clit, making her jolt slightly.

"I'm gonna cum again, H."

"Me too."

They both moaned as they climaxed at the same time. Harry collapsed onto Y/n's chest, arms exhausted from keeping himself up. They stayed like that for no more then five minutes, Harry's cock softening inside of her as they relaxed.

"I can't believe you're going to be my wife." Harry thought out loud. "Never thought I'd work up the courage."

"Why? You knew I'd say yes."

"I dunno, just all the what-if's got inside my head. You know how that is." Harry mumbled, nuzzling his face into the side of her neck. He kissed over her blooming hickeys too, soft contrast between his sexual and romantic desire for her.

"Well your next biggest concern is finding were to go for our honeymoon." Y/n said. "Might have to go all over."

"I'll pay for every penny of it."

"Most defiantly. You know I have expensive taste." Y/n joked. "The wedding is going to cost half a fortune on its own."

Harry smiled, kissing her cheek then her lips. "I'd spend all the money in the world to make you happy. I'd go broke to see you smile."

"Stop, you're going to make me cry again." She whispered, tears starting to form.

"I'll just kiss them away, my love." He sighed. "It's my job as your future husband."

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rassicas · 28 days

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hi guys! im back. i went tokyo for a few days. got back at 7 this morning after taking an overnight 7 hour bus ride.... that i did not sleep on bc i cant sleep in moving vehicles. this will be something closer to a proper blog post i guess. splatoon related convention? experience below

i've kept my mouth shut about my plans to go because its not as well known on the english side of the fanbase and i didnt wanna make people too jealous sorry LOL , but i went to splaket 22! it's an unofficial, splatoon-only doujinshi market/artists alley. this was my first convention-sort-of event ive been to since i was... in high school. i also dont really get to meet many other hardcore splatoon fans irl. i was nervous about it because i don't know a whole lot of people on the JP side nor do i have a lot of confidence in my japanese speaking/listening, but in the end it was SUPER fun. i wish i couldve talked a bit more to the artists i did encounter to comment on what i liked about their works but. Skill Issue very few non-japanese people at this event of course but one of the only english speakers i saw i called out to bc they were wearing a shirt with this exact image printed on it no video and no photos outside of designated areas were allowed so i got like. zero pics of my own. but there was a lot of cosplayers i saw! oh and here's the Loot Haul. a few doujin, a clear file, stickers, microfiber cloth and a keychain. im surprised at how little i got, i think i shouldve gone a bit crazier with it

the one with Tao Blu and oonie in the top left (by sachikazerick) I came across by chance and bought because it was cute, featured splatband characters, and also because it all in some familiar inkling language (the last point of which i told the artist as i was buying) when i finally got home and saw the back credits...

SMALL FUCKIN WORLD LOL (i tweeted at the artist afterwards to let him know i came by the table and to thank him for using me and my friend's inkling language fonts!) though truly, i think ardnin deserved the credit more rather than me since he made most of those fonts! ah well, still cool to see more and more fan works using deciphered inkling language. top middle book is a story with some salmonid characters that i havent read yet but im looking forward to it, the art is lovely. top right one was the first thing i bought. the artist is rk_splaworks, whose art i love, and we've been mutuals for a few years and have talked a bit here and there! i was so fucking nervous to meet them in person since my japanese sucks LMAO but they were happy to meet me too and we got a selfie together yippy <3 also havent read their doujin Yet since ill have to rub all my brain cells together and huddle over the dictionary, but i want their oc lore

ok that's all i'll say, next splaket is...june 22. very soon....im already thinking ill. go again. yknow. while im still in japan and all that. i guess ill have to study harder on my jp in the meantime teehee ...i doubt it, but in the off chance anyone following me is going to the next splaket in june lemme know!

#much of this is me cross posting my tweets from the past few days and then some #rassicas speaks #ive forgotten to make a tag for my non-ask original posts so i guess thatll be it #anyway ill get to work on translating that famitsu interview teehee

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mangosrar · 5 months

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never say never.

matt sturniolo x fem reader.

warnings: smut. angst idk????

an: not proof read. more parts coming soon 😛😛😛

"matt have you seen my car keys" she hollered at him as she scurried around the kitchen.

"where are you going?" he asked as he peaked his head aoundd the door.

"i have to go home" she tilted her head and watched as he walked over to her, wrapping his arms around her waist, resting his hands on the small of her back, pulling her close.

"you dont have to go home, just move in with me" he brought his face closer to hers as her hands fiddled with the buttons on his dress shirt that was now creased and exposing his chest.

"i cant matt you know this, i need my studio" she told him.

"ill build you a studio here, hell id build you a whole art gallery if it meant i got to live with you doll" he moved his face to her cheek and planted a soft kiss there.

7 months ago.

just as she was bending down to press a display sticker to one of the signs, she felt a hard slap to her ass, spinning around she was met with violet smirking, leaned back against nathan. the two of them looked picturesque together. she wore a shimmery champagne dress while he wore a black suit.

"you look great rue" violet gushed.

"thanks vee" she wore a white dress tonight. it was a little more showy than she wouldve liked, low cut and short, but she had bought it last minute and didnt have time to change her mind. violet loved it, of course, she lived for dressing sexy.

"you did all this rory?" nate asked. gesturing to the room around them as he spoke. the place was heaving, every single piece of art in there was either already sold, or bring inquired for, thr room was decorated 'diligently' as her boss byron described. never once had that man complimented her so she was taking whatever she could get.

"yeah, worked my little ass of and byron wont let me display one piece of my art in here" she huffed out a breath rolling her eyes.

"Douch bag knows yours would sell for more than hes ever made" violet uttered.

she didnt even get the chance to reply before one of the artists was tapping on her shoulder making her spin around. "someone would like to make an offer on one of my pieces downstairs."

"oh yes of course" she turned back around. "drink, mingle, have fun. ill find you guys in a bit"

after an hour of running up and down the stairs, about half the pieces were sold and the place was completely packed. the smell of liquor wafted through the air, mixing with the loud conversations.

"hey rory" voilet called from across the crowd. she gently made her way through the sea of people muttering soft 'excuse me's to everyone. when she finally made it to violet she had a wicked smile on her face that made her suspiciously squint her eyes.

"what?" she asked apprehensively.

"nate has a friend here that he wants you to meet. voilets words were saturated with intent, but rory couldnt place it. she tugged on her arm, walking them across the room.

she could see the back of nate, standing and talking to someone. as he turned to face them she saw who she was talking to.

the man was taller than nathan, and more built. his stare was intense. shockingly blue eyes and a strong stubbled jaw. he had dark hair that fanned out around his head perfectly. he wore a flawlessly tailored suit, designer by the looks of it. she could see tattoos peaking out from under his sleeves onto his hands, gripping a hilariously small looking glass.

"sorry to pull you away from your fun, but this is my childhood best friend, matthew sturniolo" nate reached over, patting his friend on the back. "matt this is aroura jovans" he introduced her by her full name, keeping it formal for the time being.

matt stared cooly down at her, extending his hand. "nice to meet you aroura"

despite hating the sound of her full name, hearing it on matts tongue made her swoon. she had never seen a man so handsome in her entire life.

finding her head, rory reached out, placing her hand over his, the size difference was stark and it made his cock jump. "nice to meet you too Matthew" she replied looking up at him. "you can call me rory"

he had picked up on the colour of her cheeks when they touched. this bookish little sweetheart was the last thing he expected to find when nate invited him here. to say he was intrigued was an understatement.

now.

he continued his trail of kissed down her neck. her hands came up to tug on his hair, earning a hum from matt.

"stay here with me" he muttered as he sucked dark circles into her skin. she sighed and leaned her head back, giving him better access. she wanted to give in so bad, she wanted to let him have his way with her right now.

"i cant matt, i have things to do" her chest was rising and falling at a rapid pace as she desperately tried to keep it together, but matts groping hands and his mouth were proving to be a real challenge.

"let me take care of you baby" and before she could even protest. he had hiked her up onto the kitchen counter and shoved his hand into her panties, his lip between his teeth, eyes watching her face intensely. his fingers traced up her folds making him let out a low groan as he left light circles on her clit, pulling a shaky whine from rorys mouth.

"look at that honey, youre soaked" she couldnt help but whine at his words. his fingers quickened and his touch became firmer, prompting her head to lull back as she gripped one hand on his shoulder and the other smacked down onto the counter behind her. her hips started rocking in rhythm with his hand. he knew just how to work her.

"it would be so mean of me to leave you like this doll" his voice was patronizing and cocky. matt once again brought his mouth to her neck and licked a stripe up her throat, pulling a lewd moan from her.

"dont stop matt ngh- pl-" and before she could even finish her sentence, he cut her off by yanking his hand away from her and plopping his fingers into his mouth.

she stared at him wide eyed, mouth hanging open and the feeling of her approaching high fizzling out.

matt gripped her hips and pulled her off the counter, standing her back on her own, now shaky legs before reaching into his back pocket and pulling out her keys. he placed them in her hand before pressing a firm kiss to her lips.

"have a great day baby ill see you for dinner" and with that he was off, sauntering back off into his office.

matt returning to a normal life once he met aroura never seemed like anything out of the ordinary, business was well, he was going to dinner parties, he had fake manners, all prepared for a complete disregard for his past life. he wondered if the straw would ever come and he would return to his late affairs, then again he wondered if that straw had already been pulled. he knew he couldnt hide from himself much longer. his biggest enemy was the man he saw in the mirror. he was filtered with anger and disgust for himself. each day, in and out, he knew what rory didnt. surely the truth would come out, it was just a matter of when. every time his phone rang and her face came up he was sure this was it, thinking of some excuse or lie he could tell before answering and of course each time he was wrong, after a few months of him fighting with himself he gave up. realising there was no way she would ever find out. but never say never.

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littlxpxtal · 2 months

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Little Dove | Chapter 1

You sat in the fitting room, picking at your fingers, legs bobbing up and down waiting for Tigris to bring out the dress she hand sewn for the ceremony.

“Ta-da!” she announced pleased with herself as she wheeled the gown out on a mannequin carved to your measurements.

You gasped in awe. It was a deep red with a provocative sweetheart neckline. The length was past the floor, sprawling out. A good excuse to use the new platform heels you bought a few weeks ago.

Immediately undressing, Tigris helped you step into the dress, fitting perfectly to your curves as always. The fabric was a soft crushed velvet, lined with a slippery satin that made it comfortable to move around in.

“You’ve outdone yourself this time, Tigris”

“It was nothing! All I could think about was you on that stage wearing it.”

You blushed and kissed her cheek.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” you exclaimed. “Do you think he will like it?”

“He’s already seen it.” she winked. You stared at her quizzically.

“And?”

“He wanted me to raise the neckline. I told him I would but”

“But you didnt” you laughed

“He just doesn’t get it. He’ll forgive me someday”

You watched yourself in the mirror, heart starting to race at the thought of actually winning this award.

She showed you the different hairstyles and accessories she envisioned with her dress and you let her do her magic, saying yes to almost everything she proposed due to excitement and the inability to actually think straight from the nervousness.

You were against 3 other candidates, 2 from the gamemaker committee and one from the presidents cabinet. You constantly ridiculed your mind with doubts, these other people had far more important jobs and positions in Panem. Plus you were the only female nominee.

“Why are you so quiet all of a sudden?” She asked as she removed the last necklace option.

“Do you really think I can win?”

Her face immediately crossed at your silly inquiry.

“Are you joking? No women in Panem has had the balls to do what you’ve done. You’ve gone out of your way to get these billionaires to donate to your campaign. You went to the districts personally to see the televisions installed. You designed the campaign ads yourself and gave dozens of speeches infronts of hundreds of people to support your initiative. You did all of that ideating and creating by yourself and made it happen. None of those other losers came close to the amount of work you put in this year to make a name for yourself. If you lose this award to one of them I’ll make their wives lives hell.”

You looked down and smiled at her outburst, grabbing her hand over your shoulder and squeezing it.

“I couldn’t do this without you.”

There was a knock at the door

“Miss Y/L/N, your driver is here.” One of Tigris’s assistants announced through the door.

“That’s my cue” you said standing up preparing to have Tigris unzip the dress off of you.

“Tell Coriolanus I said hello.” she said flatly.

It was the day of the awards ceremony and you woke up to an empty bed. Coryo had mentioned he had some duties to attend before the ceremony, but you were not expecting to him to leave so early. You hadn’t been very vocal about your anxiety surrounding the event that night, in fact you rarely spoke about it with him.

It was only spoken about once during dinner with some of Coriolanus’s old peers that he would occasionally have over. Keeping them in good spirits in case he needed their support down the road.

“So did Y/N tell you about her nomination?” Clemensia asked across the table at Coriolanus, sitting at the head of the table.

His eyebrow quirked up.

“Nomination for what?”

“Innovator of the year!” She cheered, tipping her wine glass at you. You politely dabbed your mouth from the spoonful of soup you just swallowed. A blush creeping up your neck to your face you sat as still as possible, not moving your eyes away from Clemmie.

“I nominated her.” Festus chimed in. “The work shes done at the firm has been stupendous” He added.

You finally gained the courage to look over at your boyfriend and his jaw was clenched. The room was silent before he forced a smile.

“That’s lovely, congratulations Y/N” you smiled softly back at him and placed a hand over his. He didnt move, or acknowledge the touch, he kept his forced smile and used his other hand to raise his glass.

“To Y/N”

“TO Y/N” Everyone exclaimed.

It was previously planned before the dinner that you would be staying at Coryo’s that night, but after dinner you wished there had been a car waiting to take you home. The silence in the apartment after the guests left was suffocating. The clinks of glasses and dishes as you and Coryo cleaned up the table were the only sounds to be heard.

You were wiping the counter as he starting to losen his tie and uncuff his links.

“Why didn’t you tell me about this award?” He asked with no emotion.

Without turning to face him you sighed.

“It’s not really that big of a deal, it’s just a nomination. I doubt I’ll even get it.”

He huffed and walked over, standing inches infront of you.

“Tell me about it.” He looked hard at you, furrowing his brows, eyes piercing into yours.

“It’s one of the newer ones they’ve come up with for this years ceremony before the reapings begin. Its a way to celebrate everyone who’s played a part, they’re making them bigger and bigger every year.”

“Yes I know about this ceremony, we’re invited to it and I’ve gone every year since University. I’m asking you about your nomination and how you qualified.”

“I was nominated for Innovator of the year -” he interrupted “By Festus Creed” stating annoyed. He walked over to the fridge to get a glass of water.

“Well yes, I didn’t ask him to, if thats what your thinking.” He let out a dark laugh.

“No thats not what im thinking. Im thinking he did it to get under my skin. He’s always trying to find ways to undermine me, he probably knew I wasnt nominated for anything.” He sat the cup down forcefully.

That’s when you realized this anger was not from you not telling him, perhaps he even knew. He didn’t seem surprised when it was announced at dinner, he seemed annoyed if anything. The attention turning from him hosting his guests to them toasting to you. He was jealous.

“I was nominated for my implementation of the Hunger Games being televised in the homes of every district resident, and my hardwork at campaigning to get people to advertise and put money behind the games.” You simply stated. Turning to finish wiping off the counter and walking to the sink to rinse your hands.

“I don’t think I’m even going to win Coriolanus.” you sighed wiping your hands on a towel. “Im against 3 other strong candidates who have done much more important and serious jobs than this. Plus I’m a woman, there has never been a female winner in any of the categories since the beginning of the games and these ceremonies. In all honesty, I think it was Festus who was trying to get under my skin and humiliate me infront of all of Panem. For me to think I even have a chance to have my name on a screen among those who have a bigger legacy in the history of our country. I just made some flyers and put up some TVs in the districts.” Tears brimmed your eyes at the reality of it all. The shame you felt from getting your hopes up.

You heard his footsteps creep behind you, quickly wiping your tears before he could see how pathetically emotional you were getting over this. He touched the back of your arm and kissed the top of your head.

“You’re going to win.” He stated plainly, then left the room.

An Avox brought breakfast to your bedside as requested. Unable to get most of it down, you slowly sipped the tea as you flicked through the TV, finally settling on a kids cartoon just to have some background noise as you tried to calm your nerves before having to start tonights preparations.

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“I can’t believe you made me come here” Tigris whispered, annoyed.

“I’m sorry he wanted us to arrive together and I couldn’t convince him to get ready at my apartment.” you shrugged.

Tigris and her crew of makeup artists got to work, putting heat on your hair and moisturizing your face.

The sun was beginning to set, and you had about a full bottle of champagne down the hatch by the time they were done. Slipping on the gold strappy platform heels you’ve been daydreaming about, you walked over to the full body mirror Coryo had hanging in the guest bedroom.

“WOW” you exclaimed. “I can’t believe you made me this pretty”

Tigris shushed you with her hands and picked up the train of your dress to lay around you, as designed. She handed you the box of the final necklace that was decided upon before whisking her assistants and tools away.

“See you at the ceremony Y/N” she cheered before shutting the door.

Taking the next few minutes of silence to admire yourself in the mirror, you were so absorbed in your own beauty that you didn’t even hear the door open, or his footsteps walking toward you.

Only until you heard his voice did you notice his presence.

“Need some help with that?” He motioned towards the jewlery box set on the stand by the mirror.

You nodded your head excitedly and he opened it, smirking at the large piece of jewlery.

You eyed the exquisite gold necklace, lined with small diamonds around the base.

“Tigris has a taste for the extravagant doesn’t she” you laughed sheepishly, not remembering it being an option she provided during your last visit.

“I actually picked this one out.” he whispered in your ear. He motioned for you to lift your hair, and he placed it gently against your collarbones, fingers tracing lightly around your neck as he clasped it.

You turned to face him, your nerves easing looking into his familiar eyes. “Thank you, I love it.”

He placed a small kiss on your cheek, avoiding the lipgloss that was applied a few moments before the team left.

“The car is here” he said standing back up straight and eyeing himself in the mirror, making sure he was in check for the event. Sweeping a hand over the side of his hair to calm a strayaway that had popped out.

“Coryo I’m nervous” you squeaked out.

He didn’t react, still staring at himself in the mirror to make sure all was put together.

“Don’t be love, you’re going to win.”

His eyes flickered over to you for a second before placing a hand on your waist.

“C’mon now, don’t work yourself up over this. Let’s just have a good time.”

Coryo wasn’t always the best at comforting your ailments, but tonight he was being particularly insensitive. Now no longer nervous, but frustrated you huffed, grabbing your purse and pulling up the train of your own dress to the car. Fiddling with your idle hands again, since he wasnt holding them, burrowing into deep thought of the morbid embarrassment you feel if you didn’t win. How sad it would be for Coriolanus to be seen with someone who was a loser. Your throat tightened, letting out a sob you had been holding the whole car ride.

“Pull over.” he demanded to the driver.

“Dove, what’s wrong?”

“I don’t think I can do this, I can’t bare to humiliate you like this. Can we please go home and forget this. If anyone should be winning anything its you. Im so silly to think-”

“I need you to listen to me right now. You will not humiliate me, you should be proud of yourself for being nominated. Its an honor, one that you have rightfully been nominated for. You wouldn’t be here if there werent people behind those doors who didnt believe that. Please pull yourself together, for me?” He held your hand, fingers tracing the side of your face as you stared into his eyes, searching for more. You wanted him to be proud of you, to be more open. About anything.

“Okay.” you whispered. “I’m ready”

“Go on.” Coryo instructed the driver. He held onto your hand until the car came to a stop again infornt of the parade of photographers outside of the building. He released your hand to step out, waving the cameras away so he could come around to your side of the car. Taking a deep breath, he opened the door and flashes blinding you slightly, making you forget where you were, what you were there for and what you were wearing. Immediately becoming self conscious, you gave a small smile to the cameras before grabbing Coryo’s hand to lift yourself from the car seat.

After regaining your composure, you put on the performance you usually gave to those outside of your close circle, a radiating confidence that had people swooning at the sight. You gave a smirk at the cameras before leaning over to give Coryo a kiss on the cheek. He rolled his eyes, only slight enough for you to see. The camera men cheered, begging for more.

This was what originally attracted Coriolanus to you. Your confidence and way with people. You couldn manipulate people with your smile, sarcasm and humour. People would fight for your attention in conversation, dying for you to hear what they have to say. You were such a people person it made him sick. You were also better at networking than him, which would make his blood boil if you took it too far.

Your flirtatious manners have gotten you into trouble a few times with him. Taking just a little too far for his liking, but he could never stay mad at you, since he knew it was all an act. All a performance. Behind closed doors your were doubtful, over thinking every interaction you had. An intense anxiety over every decision you made. On the outside you were so sure of yourself. But on the inside you were always second guessing and frightened.

That was the difference between you two.

As for Coriolanus, his confidence outside was just an expression of how he felt inside. He was more sure of himself than anyone you had ever met, which is what attracted you to him.

Together you were a force to be reckoned with.

He let you have your time with the cameras, letting them get shots of all angles of your dress and accessories.

“Who designed your outfit this evening Y/N”

“Tigris Snow of course, who else?” You smiled brightly, placing your hands on your hips and winking at the camera man the question had been asked from.

“But this necklace is from my lover, Coriolanus.” You gesture over to the man standing to the side. The cameras began to flash and point at him. They began shouting questions at him, except they weren’t the normal questions he’s usually asked at these events.

Like what new laws hes proposing, or when he will run for president.

No.

Tonight they were all questions about you.

You tried reading his face to see what he was thinking, but just like you, Coryo put on an act for the cameras.

“Do you think Y/N is going to win Innovator of the year?” One shouted.

Unable to read his expression as you guys strode up the stairs, him holding onto your train for you this time, he stops and turns to look over his shoulder

“Hell yes she is.”

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Obey Me! Brothers do Pumpkin Carving!

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Welcome! Halloween's here so I have some Halloween content for you! The characters may not be how you imagine! I apologize for any poor jokes, bad spelling, and terrible grammar. Without further ado, please enjoy the content. ♡

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After lots of convincing Mc is able to convince every brother to do some pumpkin carving with them! Mc and the brothers decide to just buy pumpkins from a store, yes going to the pumpkin patch is part of the fun, but Beel might accidently eat all the pumpkins and then everyone would have to foot the bill. Beel wasnt allowed to go to the store to buy his pumpkin with everyone else, but Mc and Belphie promise to pick him a good pumpkin. As promised they pick Beel the biggest pumpkin to carve. Belphie gets a regular sized pumpkin. Mammon, Lucfier and Satan all get regular sized pumpkins as well. Levi gets a large pupmkin, not as big as Beel's just big enough to carve what he wants to carve. Asmo gets both a large pumpkin and a tiny pumpkin. Out of pity an extra couple of pumpkins were bought so Beel could eat them. With the pumpkins bought they all gather in the kitchen in HoL and set everything up so they can carve their pumpkins. Mc set a rule where everyone had to carve a face into the pumpkin, Mc wasn't specific enough and choas breaks out, Mc did this in hopes that competitions wouldn't arise. For the first five to ten minutes everything is calm and collected, it almost feels like a normal family is carving pumpkins, but chaos inevitably breaks out.

It started with.. Asmo and Mammon stencilling the same thing on their pumpkins. Probably a popular pupkin design on Devilgram. The two of them were just arguing at first, but with neither willing to change their pumpkin design a physical fight began to approach. Thanks to Levi's quick thinking the fight was avoided, Levi told Mammon if he went with an orginal or an intricate design he might be able to make some Grimm off his pumpkin. So of course Mammon was willing to switch his pumpkin design, that design wouldn't make Grimm! Mammon ends up not selling his pumpkin because it looks so nice sitting outside next to Mc's pumpkin.

Then.. Levi and Satan started arguing over which one of them got to use the better carving tools. Lucifer didn't want to spend a bunch so only a couple sets of the tool kits were bought. The twins were sharing a tool kit, Asmo and Lucifer were sharing a tool kit, Mammon and Mc were sharing a tool kit, although everyone allowed Mc to use their carving tools, Satan and Levi were supposed to be sharing a tool kit, but instead they both began to horde and fight over the better carving tools. Satan wanted to carve a cats face so he wanted it had to be carved well obviously. Levi wanted to carve Ruri-Chan's face so his had to be carved perfect obviously. The two of them started to argue so bad that they both turned into their demon forms. Levi threatened to summom Lotan when Satan called Ruri-Chan a 'waste of digital space' and a '2'D disaster'. Mc broke their fight up and asked the twins to share with them instead of each other. It wasnt a big deal as Belphie had already began to fall asleep, Beel ended up sharing with Levi and Satan was sharing with a half asleep Belphie.

All was well for a good thirty minutes, everyone was getting into the groove of carving their pumpkins, but suddenly one of the brothers said- 'my pumpkins definitely going to turn out the best' -probably Mammon, Satan, Belphie or Asmo. The others can be competitive but i feel like they were really focusing. The person who said it probably said it to make chaos break loose, and thats exactly what happened. They started arguing while carving their pumpkins, whatever carving tools they had were now theirs, they werent sharing anymore. Unless it, Beel or Lucifer, they didnt care about the competition. Levi kept his tools just so he could carve a good pumpkin, Belphie actually had some good tools and then fell asleep with them in his death grip. Ha, get it?

The last of the time spent carving pumpkins was pretty argumentative and competitive, only a few participants were acting calm and nonchalant. In the end there was no contest, some of the brothers tried to get Mc to judge but Mc said they wanted this to be a 'fun family experience', Mc had to promise to judge a competition on a later date.

How the pumpkins turn out:

Lucifer knew what Mc meant when they made the rule, so Lucifer went with a spooky face. It was simple but also somehow intimidating. It looked rather spooky with a candle lit inside, and when it rotted it looked even cooler. Lucifer's pumpkin only survived until it rotted because Mc begged the Anti-Lucifer squad to not destroy it. Mc wanted to set all the pumpkins out on HoL's porch, Luci's pumpkin was the last to start rotting besides Mc's. Lucifer's pumpkin didn't get to rot for long, his brothers begged to blow it up.

Mammon didnt really know that Mc just meant a regular face, but he didn't do anything crazy. Mammon had to take awhile to think of his design as he couldn't do his what he originally planned to do because of Asmo. Mammon ended up doing a plain goofy face, it wasnt very intricate but if you held it up to Mammon him and the pumpkin have the same goofy grin. Mammon's pumpkin didn't get to rot, it was on HoL's porch one day and the next day it was gone, someone stole his pumpkin. Mammon was upset because if it was good enough to steal it was good enough to sell! He wouldn't of sold it, Mc was too happy when he put his pumpkin next to theirs.

Leviathan didn't fully understand what Mc meant, he understood it had to be a face. Levi was planning to do Ruri-chan no matter what so he just carved Ruri-chan's face. It was probably the most intricate besides maybe Asmo's. Levi did the anime eyes, nose, and mouth, and then he carved out Ruri-Chans bangs. It was a really good carving, everyone was suprised it wasnt the one that got stolen. Out of all 6 pumpkins that got to rot, Levi's was the 4th to start rotting. Levi was extremely sad and held a small funeral of respect, thats Ruri-Chan he has to pay respect!

Satan understood what Mc meant which is why he chose to make a simple cat face, yes thats not exactly what Mc wanted but how could he resist? Satan's pumpkin was adorable. It was carved out like you where looking face to face with a cat, it didnt have to many details, just cat eyes, the little snoot, a simple mouth and some ears. As simple as it seemed it was adorable and he was super proud of it. Him being proud of it and the fact that his pumpkin rotts before Lucifer's enrages Satan. Satan's pumpkin is the second to start rotting, he was fumming when he saw it, the only reason he didn't go on a rampage is because an actual cat sjowed up in time. Satan made a promise to Mc so he couldn't destroy Lucifer's pumpkin, but Belphie and him give Lucifer "his just deserts" by pranking him extra.

Asmodeus didn't understand what Mc meant, and even though he made a big deal out of getting to do the design from Devilgram, Asmo ended up doing his face. To be fair it was like a close up, he carved out his eyes and nose, some of his hair and part of a mouth. Asmo may not have understood that Mc meant a simple pumpkin face, but he slayed at carving his anyways, it was really well done. Asmo's pumpkin started to rot first and he was distraught. How can his beautiful pumpkin, with his beautiful face be the one to rot first?!?!?! He took it as a bad sign for his health, was so dramatic and worrisome over a pumpkin rotting first.

Beelzebub understood what Mc meant, he went with a pumpkin face that was drooling. 'The pumpkin is thinking of food' was Beel's explanation. Beel's pumpkin had two cute eyes but when the pumpkin carving began to take to long, Beel's pumpkin lost an eye to his hunger. Yes, he did straight up take a bite out of the pumpkin, luckily he didn't eat all of it. Mc was actually lucky enough to get a picture of Beel's pumpkin before he ate part of it and after. Everyone was baffled that Beel's pumpkin wasn't the first to rot, as it had a bite chunk missing out of it. Beel's pumpkin actually survived for awhile, it rotted just before Lucifer's did.

Belphegor was half asleep but he understood to just make a simple face. Sadly he fell asleep and was still asleep when everyone started finishing up. When Belphie had been awake he managed to carve a mouth so when he woke up he carved a quick circle above the mouth and claimed he made a cyclops. Even though he was half asleep, and then fully asleep, his pumpkin still looked rather cute. Belphie's pumpkin was the 3rd to start rotting, his started rotting soon after Satan's. Belphie was upset that his rotted before Lucifer's but he wasn't as upset as Satan. Belphie convinced Satan to pull extra pranks on Lucifer due to their pumpkins rotting first. Like thats Luci's fault.

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Thats all for now babes! Hope you enjoyed!! ♡ This is not proofread. Feel free to comment or reblog any thoughts or any add ons you have! Sorry I haven't posted in a bit loves! I wanted to do some Halloween content but I was to busy to actually write any. I will be posting more Halloween content, I'll try and get some more out on Halloween, but it might come a bit after! I know I have lots of content I need to finish and I apologize for that! I hope you have a scary Halloween!! Stay tuned for more! Stay Safe! & Stay Spooky!

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Okay, bare with me here. Luxiem with a apathetic M!Reader (Apathetic means showing or feeling no interest, enthusiasm, or concern) a stoic/slightly dense person pretty much. Okay back to the request, the apathetic reader is getting hit on bye other people and the Luxiem peeps get very jealous, they try to contain it but it just leads to angry/jealous sex. (Do them separately please like Vox, Mysta, Ike, Shu, and then Luca. If you want of course)

“i just want you for my own!”

pairings: luxiem / (himbo?) m!reader

summary: why dont you understand that you belong to them?

tw: YANDERE, noncon, dubcon, drugging, shibari/ropes, ownership, virgin!reader, toxic, manipulative, gaslighting, power bottom!ike, groping, manhandling, petplay, blood, guns, etc.

notes: felt like adding in that reader is an oblivious virgin. i probably strayed off theme again, but i think its a good (long) read!

i only did vox, ike and luca for now. she/her + she/they + fem aligned/women DNI.

vox:

vox wasn't shy of pda. throughout all the years of wandering this earth, the initial shyness and hesitation from holding hands had long faded by now. although you two weren’t an official couple yet, that didn’t stop him from acting like you were. of course, most of the time you were too dumb to realize he was flirting with you, so you just thought he was being a nice friend. an overly friendly friend. you were well aware of his origins as a demon from long ago, but never truly seemed to mind. it was one of the many traits vox adored about you.

the demon insisted on going out together, spoiling you with lots of gifts. designer brands, fancy dinner, cologne (that was either a scent he wanted on you, or a replica of his own). anything he saw you smile at, he bought it. in fact, he spoiled you so much people started calling you his lapdog. you never understood the innuendo, but vox took the title for you with pride: always referring to you as his puppy or pet. the thought of owning you felt delicious. it sated the demons hunger for wanting you in the worst ways sometimes. you were a bright light that had brought him joy for the first time in a while. decades of longing, sorrow, and depression were cured whenever he'd see your face light up opening a gift bag of a new coat you were eyeing. it had gotten to a point where everything you were wearing was something he bought, down to your boxers underneath your pants. "you look wonderful dear, dont be shy."

therefore, the anger that vox felt when someone tried to touch something that was his was justified, at least in his mind. you two were out again at a restaurant you'd been eyeing, and the waitress seemed to be really into you. you had simply responded to her little flirts and comments, truly not wanting to relay any odd messages. you thought that if you were rude, maybe she'd spit in your food or something. you were so caught up in small talk you didnt notice how vox gripped his wine glass to the point where it almost shattered.

as soon as the waitress walked away, vox would look at y/n sternly asking what "all of that" was about. you'd laugh awkwardly, sincerely not understanding why vox seemed so upset. it was still just the two of you, did he get annoyed by the chatty waitress? she did seem to ask weird questions. the demon would rub his temple, sighing as you two would continue dinner.

the car ride back to his place was tense. you had mostly eaten in silence, only a few words being exchanged as you finished your meals. compared to the usual lively dinner dates you two had shared, this was a huge difference to what you were used to - your stomach churned with anxiety. you had no idea what was wrong, feeling guilty for making vox feel bad. he gave so much to you and always paid for the bill, but whenever someone would get too close to you or strike up conversation he'd get grumpy. why was that? did he want to do all the talking instead? you'd honestly prefer if he did, but most of the time people stopped you two or something happened like this the perpetrator always had their eyes on you. the minute you two got into his house, he had led you to his room, claiming he was tired and just wanted to lay with you for a bit. you didnt see anything wrong with this, and the demon jumped on the opportunity..

nsfw:

"look at me, boy." vox's hands gripped your chin, making you wince in pain as he turned your head to face forward. he had tied you to his bed, body sprawled out for him to touch as he pleased. your cock was shamefully hard as he fucked you uncharacteristically slow. the demon was known for loving things rough and fast, but he took his time with you, wanting you to learn and remember how good he felt inside your ass. somehow, it felt like a punishment: vox was clearly using your body for his own enjoyment. you whined when he hit a spot that made your legs shake, pulling against your restraints to no avail. was this how you were going to lose your virginity? it felt sinful, dirty to be so vulnerable in front of your friend. vox was still a bit angry too, you could feel it in the way he let his hand rest on your neck, squeezing just to tease you.

"im going to make sure your slutty hole remembers who you belong to, okay doggy? im not going to let you go anytime soon." all you could do was nod, a few tears rolling down your cheeks as he chuckled.

ike:

while ike had his own set of issues that he had to deal with, he never intended to let you witness the uglier sides on him. you were his precious doll, and he wanted to keep you by his side at all times. the happy, perfect boyfriend facade was what he worked so hard to keep up for you. you couldn't know how he lusted and yearned for you to the brink of insanity.

he felt like he had his possessiveness under control - it didn't really matter, since he always had you by his side. the author had a wonderful way with words, a sickeningly sweet tone that rivaled a certain demon he knows. while vox was more demanding, ike had portrayed a gentle side, knowing just how to manipulate you into getting what he wanted. you were always so gullible, following his every wish and suggestion, not realizing that the more time you spent with ike - the less time you spent with others.

you didn't realize ike had you wrapped around his finger. you always thought that the fact that he knew your schedule even better than you did was just because he was so smart and attentive. he always preferred to be alone with you, frequently inviting you over for drinks at his place.

however, his facade would soon quickly crumble when he saw you speaking to a coworker at your part time job. ike always picked you up and spent time with you afterwards, always. so who was this random guy, winking and smiling at you as you guided them on how to make drinks? ike quickly caught on that you were simply doing your job and training the rookie, but it didn't make his heart feel at ease. why didn't you decline? those smiles should only be saved for him.

luckily, he only had to watch for a couple minutes before it was the end of your shift. you had went to the back and met him in the same spot like you always did - except this time the trainee called your name and told you he was looking forward to tomorrow. what the hell was that supposed to mean? you two were working and nothing else.. right? the mans fist tightened, trying to bite his tongue as he invited you for drinks at his place. like always, you accepted.

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your body felt heavy as you sipped some more of the wine ike offered you, head feeling fuzzy. "whats wrong y/n? you look unwell." ike had asked kindly, his voice sounding sweeter than usual. he looked so concerned, his cold hand feeling your warm forehead. "goodness dear, youre burning up. come, you can rest for a bit in my room, okay? i have just the remedy for that." you nodded, not expecting any ill intentions and following him, finding his huge bed soft like a cloud. you had drifted off to sleep, and everything in between was a mystery..

when you opened your eyes again, you felt overwhelmed with pleasure. you tried to speak, but a cloth had been stuffed and tied around your head like a gag. ike had gagged you, stripped you while you were sleeping after drinking the spiked wine. he couldn't wait any longer. what if someone had beat him to it? he knew you were a virgin, you had told him before, and he already decided that he would be your first. bouncing on your cock, the man moaned happily, hands groping your soft chest. "y-you feel so good, youre so big too, bigger than i thought-!" ike had always dreamt of this moment, but feeling it in reality was an entirely different level. no amount of words or retellings could describe the pleasure he derived from seeing you so shocked, moaning and drooling against the tight cloth he stuffed in your mouth. "dont worry y/n, ill take care of you, like i always have. itll be just you and me after all."

luca:

luca never pitted himself to being as possessive and mean as his friends were. he knew how they were with their partners, and he always made sure to respect their boundaries (even if a part of him knew you didnt have a choice in what the boys would say). overall, luca was generally liked amongst his colleagues and mafia. no one ever suspected him to anything too sick and twisted (besides from his usual mafia work).

therefore, it was a surprise not only to him but to everyone else too when he started becoming more stern than usual. you were part of his little mafia, just a simple errand boy for the rest of the team. you had ended up being caught in the wrong place, wrong time: coming home from work and seeing the boss shoot a neighbor of yours. he almost took care of you too, until he saw how cute you were.

and god, you were cute. so cute! luca wanted to scream it to the heavens, claim and brand you for his own. he let you become a part of his family in exchange for your life. you happily agreed, not knowing fully what you were getting yourself into. however, life wasn't that bad. aside from some of the other lackeys in the maifa not liking you very much because of the special treatment you received, luca never made you work too hard, and preferred you to just sit in his office and chat with him. he loved hearing about your day, watching movies with you, learning what you liked. he'd also spoil you in gifts, but not as excessively as vox. he figured that there was more sentiment if his presents only came every once in a while. you never wanted to cause any trouble for him, grateful for the things he's given you.

stepping into his office where his crew operated, luca was about to start his day like any other until he saw you chatting with someone else. of course, it was normal for you to speak with the people who you saw nearly everyday, but this time was different - luca sensed it too. he knew that this group of people weren't the nicest or purest of his bunch. in fact, the only reason he kept them around was because they were perfect for more violent jobs. he didn't really care what they did, but seeing them tease and touch you - yeah, he felt more than just pissed.

why did he feel upset? its not like you two were in a relationship or anything. you considered luca a close friend, and would admit that you were surprised to find out he didn't have a pretty lady wrapped around his arm too. he just seemed so perfect, so out of reach; you never wanted to cause any extra trouble for him. thats why when some people started teasing and touching you a little too friendly at work, you didn't bring it up. explaining this to luca wouldn't help, though. seeing you being treated like a plaything made him see red.

he wasnt thinking when he had punched the guy right in his jaw, a horrible crack filling the room. luca seemed unphased, a threatening glare casted towards the other man as he got the hint and ran off. the person that was teasing you before, reaching to squeeze your ass was knocked out cold, some blood pooling from his mouth. you didnt have much time to process the scene in front of you before luca wrapped a hand around your waist, pulling you towards his office without a word. you didnt say anything either, the strong grip on your hips keeping you silent the whole walk there.

nsfw:

the blonde had led you into his office, sitting on his extravagant leather chair and pulling you onto his lap. you blushed, mouth opening to protest as he made you straddle him, sighing in anger. "why didnt you tell me they were picking on you, y/n? did they do something? threaten you?" his hands on your waist squeezed especially hard, making you wince. "no, thats not the case at all!"

luca pouted, his childish aura slowly returning having your skin against his. you always looked so nice, wearing tight button-ups that made your chest look delectable. he knew he had big tits, sure, but yours looked way softer and easier to grab - which is exactly what he did. he groped and squeezed, thumb rolling over your nipples through your thin shirt. "then what is it? were you scared of me? im not angry at all, yknow! id never be upset at you, babe.." you covered your mouth, not wanting to be too loud. you were positive his bodyguards were standing right outside his door like they always were, and having them hear your voice moan and whine for their boss was embarrassing to think about. "i just didnt want to bother you, thats all. it was my problem to deal with, so.." your voice faded off, but luca furrowed his brow and squeezed your ass.

"hey, your problems are my problems too. you never bother me either. im your boss after all, right? which means you belong to me. so let me take care of it too." although his words seemed sweet, you couldnt shake off the threatening atmosphere of them. why did it seem like he was claiming you, without even doing anything? you slowly nodded, honestly too distracted by his hands feeling you up. luca smiled, nestling his face in your chest and looking up at you.

"good! because your boss wants to do something a little fun, to make you feel better. you want that too, right?" luca was going to kiss and mark your entire body by the end of the night, ridding every other touch that happened earlier on your skin. you tilted your head in confusion, giving him permission that you wouldn't be able to take back later, not even if you begged. but, luca would love to see you try.

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